A lamia

Dreams of snake woman danced about the trainer's head. A fire has been lit. Their lovers (both male and female) give a beat, across drums and harps. His eyes open up, the song played beating in his head still. A beat he wished to keep at the moment. Maybe with a little practice, he could play it. "S-s-s-s-satisfying." Ash thought, not at all noticing this tick. Not that he minded. It was better than his usual sounding voice. Maybe the life of a snake woman was what he needed these days?